Grateful Dead - Throwing Stones - 2015 Remastered Version lyrics

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free Dizzy with eternity Paint it with a skin of sky Brush in some clouds and sea Call it home for you and me A peaceful place or so it looks from space A closer look reveals the human race Full of hope, full of grace Is the human face But afraid we may lay our home to waste There's a fear down here we can't forget Hasn't got a name just yet Always awake, always around Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down Ashes, ashes, all fall down Now watch as the ball revolves And the nighttime falls Again the hunt begins Again the bloodwind calls By and by, the morning sun will rise But the darkness never goes From some men's eyes It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets Staking turf, dividing up meat Nightmare spook, piece of heat It's you and me You and me Click flash blade in ghetto night Rudies looking for a fight Rat cat alley, roll them bones Need that cash to feed that jones And the politicians throwin' stones Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down Ashes, ashes, all fall down [Bridge:] Commissars and pin-stripe bosses Roll the dice Any way they fall Guess who gets to pay the price Money green or proletarian gray Selling guns 'stead of food today So the kids they dance And shake their bones And the politicians throwin' stones Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down Ashes, ashes, all fall down Heartless powers try to tell us What to think If the spirit's sleeping Then the flesh is ink History's page will thus be carved in stone And we are here, and we are on our own On our own On our own On our own If the game is lost Then we're all the same No one left to place or take the blame We can leave this place and empty stone Or that shinin' ball we used to call our home So the kids they dance And shake their bones And the politicians throwin' stones Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down Ashes, ashes, all fall down [Bridge two:] Shipping powders back and forth Singing black goes south and white comes north In a whole world full of petty wars Singing I got mine and you got yours And the current fashion sets the pace Lose your step, fall out of grace And the radical, he rant and rage Singing someone's got to turn the page And the rich man in his summer home Singing just leave well enough alone But his pants are down, his cover's blown... And the politicians throwin' stones So the kids they dance And shake their bones And it's all too clear we're on our own Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down Ashes, ashes, all fall down Picture a bright blue ball Just spinnin', spinnin, free Dizzy with the possibilities Ashes, ashes, all fall down Ashes, ashes, all fall down Ashes, ashes, all fall down Ashes, ashes, all fall down Ashes, ashes, all fall down